They left It was raining My heart's vessels drying In me nothing rests; But the scars felt They are here with me Days and nights be. Poetry tastes bitter Volte face it gets. I've known ever since: Life is death; Death is life And hope and faith. Socalledpoetry of Biba@2019
Mother
From her breastLife breathesLike flowering riversLike sacred love cellsPulse heavenly rythmesPulse life itself. In her eyes love dwellsWhilst others' love proceedsSoft touched caresses and feelsThe Eden's Roses smells. Your inner child feeds, livesAs long as she lives. Socalledpoetry of Biba
I once met with my old DreamAt despair stairway.I sitted there lavishly weak;He approached me with a scorn:" Hey!Here you are as always vincible and lost,Reluctant and not dare to look up the sunWhose rays make you shade into a cave frost.Your dreams are just dreamsVapour the moment you them dream!Yet dreams are for those… Continue reading
Unreadable
Behind the closed doors. Dwell the naked souls. Hide from the outside world. Once the closed doors open, Not dare to show anymore. Beneath the same sky. But each one has their own roofs, doors Meticulously locked. ''No Enter Allowed''. Locked miseries, weakness, hearts' black holes. Ghostly shadows and shadowy ghosts. Welcome ladies and gentlemen.… Continue reading Unreadable
Chaouen
Chaouen My City dresses in blue And her alternate lights glow. It shashes her bones When her kindle nights snow. Vim and vigor is the sun Its long hot spell burns The mounts till the eve of night dazzles Plenty of little suns Like queens of the night bloom.
Loser
I've lost my self in the other's fields, Revering their flowers for decades and still. Snoring genuinely- sleeping under their feet. Feeding me from my field. Teaching me how to harvest my land. I first tought them how to flush their plants. Praising their fluffy wings while cutting mine. Following them in their diverged paths.… Continue reading Loser
Anger
The waves of Anger crash The rock’s passion breaks Mind’s eyes close Vision blinds Mute, blind, deaf words Poison the air- kill… Shouts, cries, curses …. Speak the bad feelings out Hurt the others’ Feelings Blindly hard. From fire to fire, anger feeds Itself fire to spread to burn Emotions so green. Gradually, the heart’… Continue reading Anger
Dream
Amidst the chasm of despair Beaten by lost and non-living I bridge my way into living By weaving thread-chords of air so fancy To breath and swallow my stifling reality.
Capitalism
Sun of profit shines, Burns the worker's head. A man with a hat stands behind The office’s window. His big eyes on each drop of the worker' sweat. Cashes in on the drops To gain wealth. One struggles for day bread. The other for day fortune. One at the top. The other in the bottom.… Continue reading Capitalism
Alive
Her face Like December leaves, Pale, void. Tears freeze in her eyelids. She stands enclosed by The ruin - human made. Her looks have lost in depth. But it beyond her grasp. Why she can’t unwillingly smile. Why she has no mood to play With the dusty, ruined doll of hers. Why, why, why ……… Continue reading Alive
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